He’s been wasting his time, Running out of all kinds of luck. He’s been going down the line, Living in the back of his truck.
With his all American steel reserve He puts it in the bag and he sits on a curb And he says
Hey, come on, give me money, Hey, come on, give me money. You’ve been living your life doing all kinds of drugs Well I’ve been spending my time trying not to fall in love When you come out now with your dirty spoon Stay on my couch and you howl at the moon and you say
Hey, come on, give me something Hey, come on, give me something.
Hey, come on, give me something Hey, come on, give me something